In 2012 I finally admitted to my GP that I was so depressed from fighting chronic pain for over 20 years, cluster headaches for 20, coronary ischaemia for 6 and multiple other physical and mental health issues that I was on the verge of ending it.
He sent me to a counsellor who helped keep me going - somewhat - until 8 May 2013. At 8am on that day I was told I had diabetes. 2 hours later I was diagnosed with rectal cancer. Devastated, I called my counsellor for support and he told me he wasn't equipped to offer that level of support. Months of trust and treatment went down the drain.
The next call I made changed everything. It was to my daughter to tell her my test results but she had the most wonderful news of her own - she was expecting, and I had a reason to fight on.
Yesterday (8th) I was taken out for the first time in months to my Granddaughter's first birthday party!
No matter how bad things get, something great may be just around the corne